Prologue

In the shadowed depths of an ancient forest, where sunlight trickles through a verdant canopy and the air hums with whispers of age-old magic, a high elf sought refuge. His heart, once bound to an ethereal queen whose beauty masked a soul steeped in malevolence, now yearned for peace. He cast aside his regal visage, adopting the earthen tones and humble garb of the wood elves. Here, among these simple folk, he found solace.

His transformation was not merely one of appearance. The burdens of his past—gilded thrones and bloodstained crowns—dissolved in the embrace of the forest. He became one with the land, his spirit intertwining with the roots and leaves, breathing life anew. In this haven, he encountered a wood elf maiden, her eyes as deep and wild as the forest itself. Love blossomed like a night-blooming flower, secretive and luminous. Together, they wove a tapestry of joy, birthing nine children who danced in the dappled light and sang the songs of the trees.

For years, they lived in bliss, each moment a precious jewel in the crown of their shared life. Yet, fate, ever a cruel weaver, had not forgotten the high elf. His past, cloaked in shadows, loomed ever closer. The queen, relentless in her vengeance, tracked him through the veils of time and space, her heart burning with an icy fire.

On a night when the stars blinked ominously through the treetops, she descended upon them like a storm. The forest, once a sanctuary, became a battlefield. Screams of the innocent echoed through the night as she unleashed her wrath. One by one, his children fell, their laughter silenced by her cruel hand. His beloved wife, a pillar of strength…….